This was better than it had any right to be. I’d already read some Truss before, in the form of Eats, Shoots and Leaves, but this is an entirely different type of non-fiction. It’s basically just a series of short essays about whatever the hell Truss felt like writing about at the time. And the fact that this was published back in 1995 – and that several of the pieces mention details that date them as even earlier, such as a reference to Roald Dahl being alive – actually makes it even more interesting.

So what if it’s a book about a singlewoman being a single woman? I’m a male who’s in a relationship, and I still found the stories inside highly relatable, especially when she talked about her cats and her relationship with them. The truth of the matter is that Truss writes in an approachable way that’s pretty much guaranteed to make you laugh, whoever you are. And while I’m sure you could classify it as a feminist book, it’s not – not really. It’s more like a collection of comicessays, and I often wondered whether she was an influence on Danny Wallace.